A/N: Prompt by P-lom:
How about Alastor's POV of one of these scenes?:
Ch.8 (where Husk freaks out and goes to the bathroom because Oh Noes He's In Love!)

As the prompt states, this happens during Afterlife chapter 8.

Husker was behaving most strangely.

Alastor had been in the middle of a riveting tale of how he had interrupted Vox's little picture show the other day, when Husker quite suddenly went wide eyed and slack-jawed on a completely unfitting part.

Contrary to what most people seemed to think, Alastor did, in fact, pay attention to others when he was talking. He was paying attention most of the time – one didn't survive decades in Hell AND make their way to the top of the food chain if one was inattentive.

As such, he interrupted himself and watched his friend's unexplainable internal struggle, awaiting the conclusion with no small amount of intrigue. Since Husker's face was mostly portraying him staring at nothing with blank eyes, Alastor's gaze drifted to Husker's paw, where a fork was dangling in a rather precarious grip due to Husker's inattention to his surroundings. Hmm, it was only a matter of time before-

Clink!

There they went.

Husker startled back into reality, blinked a few times, and then gave Alastor a strange look. It lasted for maybe a second before Husker's face assumed his poker playing face – did he honestly think that worked on Alastor in the first place? – and that lasted for even less time before a poorly faked look of annoyance took it over.

Something was very, very wrong.

"Husker, is somethi-" Alastor started, but Husker interrupted him – how rude – by swearing loudly and promptly excusing himself to go freshen up, leaving Alastor staring at his retreating back in confusion.

As if this was about the sauce stain. Whatever this was.

Alastor continued eating in pensive silence while waiting for his companion. In a way the pause in conversation due to Husker's absence was a good thing, because Alastor often ended up eating cold food after Husker was long done simply because he spent the meal happily chatting away instead of eating. One could not talk and eat at the same time, after all.

Regardless of the blessing side of it, it was worrisome that he had the time to finish his meal before Husker returned. He hadn't managed to come up with anything to explain Husker's behavior either – his tale hadn't included anything that he knew might upset his friend, and Husker had been perfectly normal the entire time before their meal.

It was a mystery.

"You took a while", Alastor said, glanced at the once again pristine white fur that he would love to run his fingers through after the meal if Husker was amenable, and then looked back up at Husker's face. "That must have been a persistent stain."

Again, as if this was about the stain. But they could pretend a little to ease Husker into talking.

"You wouldn't even believe it", Husker muttered, and walked over to his seat. His eyes dropped to his plate of cold food, and Alastor wasn't sure whether to regret the diminished pleasure the meal would provide now – not that Husker was likely to care – or to feel petty glee that for once it wasn't him who had said displeasure.

Alastor hummed a purposefully vague affirmative, and waited.

Judging from the way Husker's wings twitched and his eyebrows knitted together, he knew what their current game was. Good.

And then, in an unexpected move, Husker picked up the plate and took it to the sink in a clear sign of… of rejecting the food.

Alastor's thoughts and worries came to a screeching halt.

What was going on? Husker did not- This wasn't something that was supposed to happen! Just because the food was cold-

No. No, no, hold it. This wasn't about the food.

Although he did now wonder if Husker hadn't liked it. Had it been too spicy? Was it-

No. This was not about the food, and he could be offended about it later.

"Thanks for the grub", Husker said, wearing an infuriatingly good poker face now, after which he made an obviously exaggerated show of looking at the clock on the wall. "Sorry not sorry for kicking you out, but I have places to be."

Places to be. Hah! Absolute bushwa! He would not just dump perfectly good food and abruptly kick Alastor out if he simply had places to be. Not to mention that he would have said something before their meal if he was on a schedule.

Absolute. Bushwa.

Alastor appeared in front of Husker and smirked at the startled flinch. "Hah! You slay me!"

This close, he could hear Husker's heart rate pick up. Whether it was the fright or because he was lying right through his teeth...

"Where are you off to? I could drop you there", Alastor said, narrowing his eyes at his dear friend. This was Husker's cue to spill.

But instead… "No need to, it's nearby."

How dare he. How rude. Why was he not playing along? He knew how this went!

No, Husker was just standing there, wings tightly folded, ears turned back, tail sweeping the floor, giving Alastor a look that feigned calm indifference so well that if he wasn't actively viewing the other tells he would be fooled.

...Fine then. At least he would have the time to think of a suitable way to make Husker feel bad about the wasted food at a later point. Perhaps a meal he knew Husker wouldn't care to eat? Or a visit to the Cannibal Colony? There were options.

Alastor didn't look at the plate at the sink, but he was painfully aware of it anyway.

He also kept his eyes away from Husker's chest fur that he was apparently not going to get to pet today.

Most importantly, he kept his mind away from the endless well of concerned questions he had that Husker didn't want or deserve right now.

"Alrighty then", Alastor said, and turned around to head for the door. Purely for the dramatics, of course. "I expect answers the next time."

There had better be answers the next time.

"Abyssinia."